Captives of faith, His image never fading from their eyes Imprisoned by their own creation It grows stronger, distorts and confines Behind the gates, the worshipped oppressor To which weak minds fall To a God in a godless world

Obeying him... serving him The golden gates, only surrounding him

Crushed by the weight of devotion through the hails of a dying trinity Within these bars they'll wait an eternity For the coming of a dead messiah In passion they adore, embodied with lies Tempted by the world, carry out their lives As they press against the bars, steel upon their flesh Possessed by the one they call lord.

They'll live and die within his cage His followers locked in steel

Christ's Cage Christ

Where they leave their sin Where they worship him They see more than what he is In his cage they are his slaves

Empty and silent... barren his kingdom He will perish... alone in heaven Gates of gold, now his cage